You had never met a man quite like Emperor Geta. There was a power in his presence, an aura that could make anyone tremble. But when his gaze fell upon you, it wasn't the usual domineering authority that others saw-it was something softer, something undeniably obsessed.

He had been watching you from a distance for months, at first under the guise of politeness. The small glances from across the room. The quiet compliments he'd offer when you least expected it, each one more intimate than the last.

Tonight, however, you were alone in the royal gardens, the moon casting a soft glow over the delicate flowers. You had always found peace in the quiet of the palace grounds, but tonight, there was a strange feeling-like you were being watched.

And then, like a shadow, Emperor Geta appeared. His footsteps were light, almost too light for someone with his stature, yet you could always tell when he was near.

"You seem so... distant tonight, my dear," he murmured, his voice smooth and warm, as he approached you with an expression that held both amusement and something else-something that sent a flutter through your chest.

You turned, a small smile playing on your lips. "I suppose I've just been enjoying the night."

Geta tilted his head slightly, his eyes never leaving you. "Is that all? Or is there something else bothering you? You know you can tell me, don't you?"

His attention, so completely on you, made your heart race. His obsession, though gentle, was clear. He remembered everything about you-the way you liked your tea, the books you preferred to read, the specific type of flower you loved most. But it was the small things he paid attention to, the way he could tell when you were upset even if you said nothing, that always made you feel seen.

"I'm fine," you reassured him, though his closeness made it hard to think clearly.

He took a step closer, a barely perceptible smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "No, you're not. But you will be. I'll make sure of it."

His hand reached out slowly, brushing a lock of hair from your face with such tenderness that it made your breath catch. There was something utterly captivating about the way he cared for you, as if nothing else in the world mattered more than your happiness.

"You mean everything to me," he continued softly, his voice almost reverent. "Everything."

It was the simplest declaration, yet it held the weight of a thousand unspoken words. He didn't need to say more-you could feel it in the way he looked at you, in every action he took to ensure you were cared for.

You couldn't help but smile, your heart warming at his words. "I know, Geta. And I care for you, too."

The moment your words left your lips, he moved forward, placing a soft kiss to the back of your hand, his lips lingering there. "I would do anything for you," he whispered, his voice thick with sincerity.

As you stood there, the world around you seemed to fade into the background. All that mattered was him-and the tender obsession that kept him so close, so entirely devoted to you.

And in that moment, you realized: the Emperor's obsession, while intense, was not something to fear. It was a love unlike any other-unwavering, constant, and, most importantly, kind.